Santa Isabella Island (closed for Veroe and Yeishia)

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

John sat in the chair as the sea plane made its way through a cloud bank. It was an old type with two noisy engines and whirring propellors, but the interior of the old plane was outfitted with all the amenities you'd expect in Bill Gates' private jet with luxuriantly padded seats, mohogany paneling on the walls, a very well-stocked wet bar in the back of the passenger area, and enough leg room for each of the passengers to make even the first class passengers of commercial airliners jealous. There were enough seats to accomadate fourteen passengers but there was only seven on board the plane besides John himself.

There was an asian businessman-chineese or Japanese-John wasn't sure which since like him the asian man didn't talk much on the flight. There was a large black man that reminded him of a recently retired pro linebacker-in fact John was pretty sure that it was him. He had almost died of surprise when he saw the big man pull out an issue of playgirl and stare at the naked men inside to pass the time on the plane. There was a bald german man with an assortment of cameras. The Brazilian woman in front of him had nearly taken his head off when he had pointed the camera at her. He had to explain to her that they had no film or memory cards, and that he wouldn't get any for his cameras until they landed and he chose his new "model". The Brazilian woman who was dressed in a conservative leather suit and spiked dog collar gave him back the camera undamaged then.

None of those bothered him. The red-headed australian girl sitting across the aisle from him-who confessed she just rambled and rambled whenever she was nervous-John had put in all the DVD's they had onboard slipped on the headphones just to avoid being sucked into talking to her. She started talking to the middle-aged couple in the seats in front of her-who never agreed with eachother and was constantly casting snide remarks. It actually reminded him of his now failed marriage with his ex-Deborah.

Then there was the loudmouth. He was a short and pudgy man with a pornstar mustache and who spoke in a southern drawl. He was laying the lame ass pickup lines and innuendo on thick with the pretty blonde flight attendant who smiled and laughed and did nothing to discourage the juvenile behavior but John thought he saw her roll her eyes a few times as the man used a few choice retarded one-liners on her. On the other hand when the man had gone to the bathroom for twenty minutes John had to wait a good long time to get a refill of his scotch and tonic, and when she did finally come by he noticed her makeup was smeared and her hair was no longer in a pony tail, and she was missing her hat. The man returned to his seat with a huge shit-eating grin plastered on his face and the edge of a woman's pink lace panties peeking out of his back pocket. Later when John visited the restroom he found her missing hat floating in the toilet bowl. He only shrugged and returned to his seat and the ridiculous Jackie Chan movie playing on his portable DVD player.

But he wasn't watching the movie really, he was too nervous. Part of him still couldn't believe he was actually going through with this. The same part who couldn't believe what a fucking mess his life had become these last few months.

John Jones was just the name he had used when applying to be a guest for the Santa Isabella Island Resort. His real name was Edward Terrence Stockton owner of Durango Real Estate Devolopment Firm-that is until his wife had hired a fucking asshole P.I. to catch him cheating on her. It wasn't hard for the P.I. either-all of Vegas' prostitution establishment had been his playground-what else was he supposed to do when Deborah hadn't given out for years. Anyway because of the idiot pre-nup agreement he had signed like the fucking hopeless romantic he had been when he and Deb met, and the real Great-white shark in a divorce attorney's suit working for Deborah and the rather damning videos gathered by the asshole P.I. he lost everything to her. The house, the car, the company he spent his adult life building up from the ground up, even the fucking dog. He was just glad they had never had kids, or else she would've taken them from him too.

But then last month his luck had finally changed. He had been staying at a casino hotel owned by a friend until he had been politely moved out on his ass, but on the way he found a dollar coin on the floor by the casino's slot machine. So on a whim he put the coin in one of the slot machines and pulled down the lever. He won-not only won but hit the biggest jackpot the Casino had ever dished out. Then before he got the money he heard through the grapevine that Deb's shark of a divorce lawyer was looking for ways to wrench that from him too. That was when the Casino owner his new good old friend pointed out Santa Isabella Island to him. It seemed perfect then use the money all up before that vampire of a lawyer could lay one hand on it and get the most fitting revenge on his ex-wife...by having a week of fantastic sex despite her.

The clouds were parting and below John could see saphire water stretching from one horizon to the next save for a verdant green hill as if in defiance of all the sparkling blue. The island wasn't large, but it didn't have to be, for the resort was prettymuch the only thing civilization had placed on it. The mysterious owner of the resort being the sole owner of the island. And being the owner the international authorities had no jurisdiction to enforce prostitution laws. Although John understood the owner only picked the elite of the elite of the escort world to be "Hostesses" for his resort. Supposedly there was no drug addicts, no pimps, no gangsters, and above all each one had to have class. And supposedly there was a secret waiting list of applicants to be "hosts" or "hostesses" from escorts the world over for Santa Isabella. And why not with the money he had to pay just to get there the percentage the "hostess" got from "hosting" could set her up for years pretty much anywhere in the world she chose.

The plane was slowly descending down as the island began to grow larger and larger. He felt butterflies in his stomach, icy fingers racing down his spine. This was it. Once he stepped foot off the plane he would be committed. He had used prostitutes before, but that was just from cruising town blowing steam over the failed romance with Deb. This was different this was premeditated cheating...wait just a minute. How could it be cheating, he was single again now, that frigid bitch had no claims on his fidelity anymore-right?

That helped-some-to stiffen his resolve. Oh, yeah, he was going to do this. Just to exorcise Deb from him.

The plane made contact with the water as it slipped into a quiet cove protected from the ocean tides by the curve of the landscape on that side of the island. John started gathering his bags as the plane wound own its engines and gently nestled against the end of a pier at the center of the cove.

The smiling flight attendant guided them out of the plane to greet a slender wisp of a black woman in dreadlocks and a floral bikini and wrap. She was holding a clipboard and once they were all out she spoke up in a thick Jamaican accent, "Hello and Good afternoon to all of you. Welcome to Santa Isabella Island and Resort where every fantasy comes true. My name is Calypso, I will be serving all of you as your concierge and liason with the resort administration." She began handing them out a laminated card. "These are all the theme rooms the resort has painstakingly detailed to fulfill the most common fantasies our guests usually wish to explore during their visit here."

John looked over the card skimming over the list of words: Locker room, schoolroom, honeymoon suite, dungeon, boss' office, poolhall, doctor's office, sultan's harem, alien spaceship....it kept going and going and there were even more on the back. "If you are interested in booking any of these rooms, please tell your host or hostess and they'll take care of everything for your convenience. If you have something unique or particular in mind tell them and they'll tell me and we'll do our best to taylor a custom room to your particualr fantasy, but a custom fantasy will cost additionally to the price you've already paid for booking here, also the more you tip your host or hostess the more eager they'll be in fulfilling your fantasies so my advice is to not be stingy if you want the experience of your lives."

"Excuse me, Ms. Calypso-by the way love the name-from the Odyssey right-very sexy," The red headed Australian girl said meandering her way to her point blushing furiously, "When will we meet our hosts?"

"Not until the welcome recpetion tonight, Ms. Jackson, is it," Calypso asked her glancing down at her clipboard, "You booked the Gold package with us and am currently the only one who did in this group, so, you'll get to pick first among the hosts and hostesses there. Mr. Schmidt and Mr. Jones and Mr. Onimora whom all booked the Silver package will get to pick their host or hostess after you, followed by the others who booked bronze packages. All those there that you do not see here in this group of your fellow guests are hosts or hostesses available for you to choose."

We looked at eachother realizing that we were all going to be in competition for the hottest partners tonight.

"Ya'll don't have to worry about me, ya'll." The loudmouth southerner said who scooped up the flight attendant and flung her over his shoulder like a caveman. She merely shrieked and giggled as he did so continuing, "I got mine right here."

The flight attendant looked over the loudmouth's shoulder she was now hanging from saying in a sudden british accent, "I hope all of you enjoy your time here, I know Mr. Earnhardt already started to about a mile high above the island's waters." She reached into his back pocket and pulled out her panties. She handed them to the red-headed Australian-Ms. Jackson as he carried her down the pier away from the group. The red headed girl looked askance at the panties blushing even deeper. The flight attendant laughed, "It's a souvenir, love. Keep them, I can't tolerate wearing any bloody nickers."

Mr. Earnhardt slapped her playfully on the ass, "Honey-child, that's right I forgot. I wouldn't have had you wear the damned panties, Caroline. Will you forgive me."

"Don't worry," Caroline told him with an evil grin, "Just the first of many things I'll make you pay for in the dungeon tomorrow. I may forgive you eventually."

"Payback's a bitch."

"Oh, I'll show you how true that is, count on it, love."

They continued on out of earshot towards the brilliant whitesand beaches of the litle cove.

Calypso got everyone's attention by clearing her thoat and saying, "Mr. Earnhardt is a regular customer. We make certain Caroline is available for him beforehand whenever he books a stay with the resort." She began walking down the pier taking each of them to their own private and well-secluded little bungalows situated further in the cove.

John entered his and began unpacking his luggage. Once that was done he noticed the crystal blue waters of the cove and the pristine white beach just outside the door. So he put on some swim trunks and swam through the calm waters until the sun started to set. John then showered and tried to decide what to wear at the reception. He had a tux, but that seemed wrong. He didn't know how formal it was supposed to be. He finally settled on something casual but not too casual. A red polo shirt, khakis, and some sensible loafers.

When John finished dressing the sun had dissapeared behind the horizon of water and the sky was darkening as twilight was transitioning into night. There was a knock on his bungalow's front door. It was Calypso and the other guests.

"Mr. Jones," She said, "It is time for your welcome reception, and just to remind you all your time here will not start until tomorrow morning and end a week from then."

As they made their way to the resort's main building John asked Calypso, "I really don't want to deal with money, this week. Can I arrange a sum to be advanced to whoever I choose every day I stay here."

"But the tips are to ensure the hosts enthusiasm. How much of an advance are you talking about?"

He told her and she nodded, "That much and she'll be happy to jump through rings of fire for you, I'll tell whoever you choose and also tell them you don't wish to be reminded of money until your final day."

He nodded as they entered the main building and walked into the banquet hall. Between the doors were tables with fine china and real silverware and crystal glassware, and lit candles giving the dining area a romantic mood. beyond that against the one wall was a stage and classical band and before that were a dozen handsome men and at least two dozen of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen all in varying costumes or evening wear.

Calypso looked at Ms. Jackson who looked at the assembly of hosts and hostesses with wide eyes. "Do you want to choose anyone now on first impression?"

"I-I-I don't know," she said blushing again, "They're all so...so..so..."

"Then go mingle, get to know them, all of you can, you just can't choose until those who paid for the higher booking packages does."

John did shaking hands and greeting with the drop-dead knockouts, all of whom would be happy to fuck his brains out if he chose them to, one after another: a blonde in a catholic schoolgirl outfit, a latina in a baby-blue baby doll, a brunette dressed up as Linda Carter's wonderwoman-it was a very good likeness too, another brunette in Princess Leia's slave outfit from the third Star wars film, a bouncy breasted blonde in a lifegaurd's swimsuit from the tv show baywatch. an African-American woman in a dominatrix outfit, a classy redhead in a low-busted dress straight from the three musketeers...there were too many to choose from, how was he supposed to choose one-only one.

He didn't see Ms. Jackson she was in among the guys, but he did see Onimora, and Schmidt making their way through the crowd. Onimora had zeroed in on a middle-eastern woman in a sexier version of the jeanie's outfit from that classic tv show. Schmidt had his camera peering through the lens at each of the women up and down, looking for something John couldn't tell, but he was getting more and more frantic. He supposed Schmidt was having the same problem of choosing as him. Then Schmidt stopped and began making his way back through the crowd towards a women hanging on the outskirts.

John looked over to her curiously. She was stunning. She was the one-the only one for him. He began to make way for her too. He was closer so he reached her first.

"Hello, John Jones," He introduced himself to her. He looked over to Ms. Jackson who was busy chatting up a latin man dressed as a matador. The band then started a waltz. And he looked back to his choice-as soon as the Australian ditz finally chose her host-and asked her, "Would you care to dance?"

The two of them left the crowd and Schmidt behind. John cast a glance at Schmidt saying: "Tough luck, buddy. Find another girl. This one's mine."

Then as they began to waltz he looked into her eyes and nothing else seemed to matter. "You're the one I'll choose as soon as I can."

 

[yeishia]

IC: Eve

Eve couldn’t believe that she was really here; a high class call girl, oops! a hostess, in one of the most exclusive and decedent resorts; The Santa Isabella Island Resort. Not that it had been her choice at all, she was paying off a bad debt in lieu of her Master. She had just turned twenty one and had been with her Master about 6 months before one night he had lost badly at poker, putting her up as collateral. Now here she was, and here she would remain for 7 days, 168 hours, 100800 minutes and countless endless seconds!

All of her salary, all of her tips would go to the owner of this exclusive meat market. If she did a good job she would be returned to her Master in the promised time frame. If she failed she would be here until she effectively worked off the massive debt.

Eve had plenty of incentive to please whomever she was assigned to!

Yesterday she had been given her room and subjected to a detailed orientation of exactly what might be expected of her. No hard limits here though; anything and everything was permissible if you could afford it and that worried her more than a little. Especially when she witnessed the caliber of clientele she might be expected to service. They all had money of that she was sure; but as for the quality of their characters she was sure money and good breeding didn’t go hand in hand here!

Her first reception was in less than an hour and then she would be officially on the clock…. Looking at herself in the full length mirror she wondered if anyone would want her. Eve stood 5ft 5 inches in the four inch heels she was wearing and barely weighed in at 110bs. She saw herself as shinny when in fact she was quite shapely her breasts round and full and her hips intensified by her minuscule wisp of a waist, all woman yes, all confidence no... as could be plainly read in the huge violet eyes staring back at her in the mirror!

Tonight Eve had dressed with care, her wavy blond tresses failing in their natural curls around her beautiful face; a face devoid of but the barest makeup. She has chosen a long simple off white gown of the softest sheerest cashmere. It fell to her ankles moving in a soft caress with every step she took. Strappy golden sandals completed her look.

Eve resembled an angel in every respect, except for the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath her dress and un be known to herself, as she moved it gave a tempting tantalizing hint of the evocative promise hiding beneath its soft sheer folds.

As Eve entered the reception hall she realized her mistake as she observed the other girls. They were painted, perfumed and all dressed up like performers waiting for their play to start. Eve felt washed out in comparison as she took a flute of champagne and moved to the outskirts of the room to observe and gather her courage.

Oh Lord! why did she allow this she thought for the thousandth time? The room was already laden with the scents of testosterone and heavy perfume, intermingled with brash male voices and seductive laughter. Watching the loud men make their choices they reminded her of excited children in a candy shop their meaty hands all over the candy un willing to make their final choices…. wanting everything they could see and touch.

And then she saw him quietly observing the room quite in the same way she was. He seemed so different than the rest. He seemed quietly confident and virile yet he had an underlying aura of sadness about him as he scanned the room. When their eyes met across the room and she knew with certainty that he would choose her

He quickly crossed the room to her "Hello, John Jones," he said swiftly asking her to dance.

“I would love to, “she murmured stepping into his arms and to her surprise finding that she meant her words!

As they started to dance the rest of the room fell away as he twirled her around the room. Staring back into his eyes she told him, “My name is Eve.”

"You're the one I'll choose as soon as I can." He whispered back.

Hmmm, she thought biting her lower lip, perhaps everything will be all right after all?

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

“I would love to," She said smiling warmly, “My name is Eve.”

They began to dance. He held her hand his arm held close to on her lower back her other hand on his shoulder. They waltzed to the music and John couldn't help but feel the giddy euphoria he had not known since the crazy early years with Deb as he held her close to him. That was what had drawn him to her-the difference the young and passionate Deborah had so long ago and all the prostitutes in Vegas he had tried to forget her with did not.

Eve had a sense of genuineness to her, like she wasn't playacting here, like she was a real person here rather than the throng of two-dimensional cardboard cut-outs around them on the dance floor that were not. As he had greeted them they had smiled and done their best performance to attract him to them alone, but John could somehow tell that they didn't see him as a person. To them he was just another guest.

"I liked the choice of a gown," John told her as they circled, "It set you apart from all the costumes the others are wearing, very clever there."

He glanced over her head as one waltz ended and the musicians paused to turn their music sheets. Scmidt had chosen the Redhead in the three musketeers gown. Onimora was glaring furiously at Ms. Jackson as she took the middle-eastern woman by the hand and led her over to her table where the matador sat waiting for her. She did apologise profusely to Mr. Onimora but she got to choose her two hosts first afterall. Onimora resumed searching.

Schmidt was taking the red head to the closest table and began to snap pictures furiously as she sat down to eat. To her credit-and being the consumate professional the Redhead didn't balk at having her picture taken-in fact she played up to the camera and made sultry poses for him.

Another waltz was played and again they danced. John enjoyed dancing with her. She felt right in his arms moving to the music somehow.

Onimora had chosen the busty blonde schoolgirl and led her to another table. That left him alone. Apparently he had not chosen until they had sat down. the others who had a bronze package was watching them dance rather impatiently. Still he danced with Eve, not really talking just enjoying the lilt of the music and the feel of her being so close to him.

"I haven't danced like that with anyone in years, thank you," He said before asking, "Would you like to sit and dine now, Eve?"

He led her to one of the tables and found that the kitchen staff brought over plates of grilled Seabass for them as soon as the took their chairs.

John took a bite of the fish and found it quite good. "I hope you'll enjoy the coming week Eve," he said, "I want you to know I won't force myself on you. I want genuine passion, between us this week, that is my fantasy I've come to this island to find. I've had tons of girls like those-" He gestured to the table where the girl in the school girl costume had climbed atop Onimora's table and lay flat on her back opening her blouse one button at a time and placing a peice of the seabass on the exposed skin for him to scoop up in his mouth. "-She probably wouldn't have had a thing to do with him if it weren't for the money she was getting from him."

His gaze returned back to Eve's, "If you were to do that for me. I'd want it to be only because you enjoyed it."

 

[yeishia]

Eve closed her eyes for a moment letting the music and the feel of his arms wash over her bringing with it a sense of calmness she hadn’t expected to feel this night. The racing of her heart began to slow as she relaxed into their dance. He told her he liked her gown and she felt herself blushing like a school girl! "It set you apart from all the costumes the others are wearing, very clever there."

Smiling she told him honestly. “I am wearing my own clothing I didn’t think to go to wardrobe; would you have preferred I did? Looking around at the other girls once again she wondered if she had made a mistake, perhaps more make up or a sexier dress would have pleased this man before her more?

Eve didn’t want the music to end she wanted to the dancing to go on forever.

The culmination of the evening worried her greatly. It wasn’t that she was afraid of sex she was no shy virgin, it was the multitude of partners with whom all manner of acts which would ultimately degrade her…. sex for money….with no thought for who she was, making her feel like a worthless whore which she certainly was not! Glancing around the room again, filled with bawdy, overweight, loud slobs,at least to her mind; a small shudder past through her slight form at just at the thought that she would be in their grotesque fantasies before her week was up!

She turned her attention back to John and she marveled how different he seemed from the other men, It was almost as if he had wandered into the wrong resort! But appearances could be deceiving as she well knew.

Politely he thanked her for the dance before escorting her to the table to eat hmm Sea bass delicious soft and flaky melting on the tongue gently teasing her taste buds. She watched attentively as he spoke his thoughts for their time ahead

"I hope you'll enjoy the coming week Eve," he said, "I want you to know I won't force myself on you. I want genuine passion, between us this week that is my fantasy I've come to this island to find. I've had tons of girls like those-" She followed his gaze to where a girl was actually on the dinning table offering sea bass from her shapely chest in what would probably lead to sex right there on the table before the other dinners!

His words permuted her dismay at the sight she has just witnessed and she was..... astounded!

He wanted her for the whole week! He wanted her consent! He wanted genuine passion from her! He didn’t want the painted girls who permanently worked here! Turning slightly to better read his face to see if he was genuine she stared into his clear blue eyes; eyes that seemed to mirror his soul. She saw such a depth of naked longing as he laid bare his pain to her. Time stood still as they assessed each other……….

"If you were to do that for me. I'd want it to be only because you enjoyed it."

Little did he know, yes she was here under duress, but she wasn’t being being paid a single penny to be actually with him!

Could she fulfill his fantasy?

Now that the pressure was off her to perform, to her surprise found that she very much wanted to try….

Without thinking she took a portion of her fish onto her folk and offered it to him placing it gently between his lips. “I would very much like to try,” she said in her soft voice ...her guileless eyes never leaving his!

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

“I am wearing my own clothing I didn’t think to go to wardrobe; would you have preferred I did?"

"Good question," He nodded to her, "Our adventures here will no doubt involve all sorts of costumes and those themed rooms they're hawking here-so we'll both get plenty of time getting acquainted with the island's vast options in wardrobe. However I prefer now in our first meeting that you're dressed as you normally would. That was what attracted me to you at first glance after all."

They danced and then sat at their table and ate the sea bass the island's gourmet chef had prepared for them. It was very good, though John had had better at Emeril's restuarant on the strip back in Vegas.

"I hope you'll enjoy the coming week Eve," he said, "I want you to know I won't force myself on you. I want genuine passion, between us this week that is my fantasy I've come to this island to find. I've had tons of girls like those-"

He pointed out Mr. Onimora and the big breasted blonde in the schoolgirl costume as she fed the little Japanese man his dinner from the slopes of her breasts. John watched Eve's eyes widen and her mouth open in astoundment. She then turned her gaze back to his as he added, "If you were to do that for me. I'd want it to be only because you enjoyed it."

She then took her fork and a small bit of her seabass and held it to his lips she said with those honest eyes staying upon his, “I would very much like to try.”

He smiled at that before snapping the fish off her fork and savoring the taste. His eyes never left hers as he swallowed and said, "Exquisite."

He picked a piece of the seabass on his fork offering it to her, "Allow me to return the-"

On the other side of the room he saw the Australian woman, Ms. Jackson, sitting on her Matador's lap. The Middle-Eastern woman in the Genie outfit taking a slow langorous drink from her Champagne. Then she leant over and kissed Ms. Jackson transferring her mouthful of liquid that Jackson received and swallowed with only one droplet of the Champagne running down her chin that the matador quickly lapped off her neck. After wards Jackson blushed beet red glancing at those who had watched her including John. The schoolgirl with Onimora not to be outdone undid several more of the buttons of her blouse and dumped a flutefull of the champagne down her chest for the little Japanese man to lap up off her cleavage.

John sighed and put the fork down before looking at Eve again. "Having sex in public may be their first fantasy they want fulfilled or they might not even care if anyone's watching them at all, but seeing this is not my fantasy at least not now on the very first night." He held out a hand for her before continuing. "So if you don't mind skipping out on this supper...would you like to go on a moonlit stroll on the beach alone with me, Eve?"

 

[yeishia]

“I would very much like to try.”

Her words were truly sincere as she offered him a delectable bite of the fish from her fork

His “Exquisite." Left her wondering if he was referring to the fish or his companion…

Her eyes widened as he offered her a portion from his own fork; she felt her eyes drawn to his as she speared it with her tongue taking it into her mouth …with a delicate promise of fantasies as yet unfulfilled!

. "Having sex in public may be their first fantasy they want fulfilled or they might not even care if anyone's watching them at all, but seeing this is not my fantasy at least not now on the very first night."

Hmmmm she thought, but tomorrow she suspected her agenda would be full of exciting worlds to be explored; much to her amazement she found that she was looking forward to sharing it with him; this stranger!


"So if you don't mind skipping out on this supper...would you like to go on a moonlit stroll on the beach alone with me, Eve?


Eve felt a shiver run down her spine at his words

“Yes please," she answered sincerely.

She would endeavor to please this man she thought as she took is proffered hand in hers, and this time it would be her free choice......

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

"Having sex in public may be their first fantasy they want fulfilled or they might not even care if anyone's watching them at all, but seeing this is not my fantasy at least not now on the very first night." She looked thoughtful at that, and John would've given anything to know what thoughts were passing through her mind. He did not ask, however. Instead he continued, "So if you don't mind skipping out on this supper...would you like to go on a moonlit stroll on the beach alone with me, Eve?"

“Yes please," She answered simply and with all the genuineness that had made her so much better than the other hostesses here.

John got up and offered his hand to her then. They left the banquet hall, and walked out of the hotel's lobby. The moon was high in the sky three quarters full and the stars were out shining more brightly than John had ever seen in the bright city of Las Vegas. The road he and the other new guests had wlked up to the resort from their cabins on the hidden cove. To one side of the road was the Island's rain forest, and John could hear the sounds of animals nocturnal birds mostly coming from within its depths. To the other side of the road was the beach and the constant rush of the surf against the sand coulf be heard and the clean crisp sea breeze could be felt against his face.

Calypso the resorts consierge came after them asking John, "Mr. Jones, would you like to reserve one of the rooms for the night?"

John looked to Eve questioningly before shrugging, "I don't think we have decided on a room yet. We were just going to go for a walk. Oh and since we're skipping the supper. Would it be alright if we have some food delivered to my bungalow later tonight?"

"Of course," Calypso nodded, "Just give the resort number a call and order anything you wish from the room service menu." She paused stepping back to the hotel's reception desk and pulled out a folded peice of paper. "There's a number of romantic spots on the Island: A deserted cove on the western beach, a hilltop to gaze up at the stars, a secluded forest clearing around an ancient native idol with a reputed effect on visitor's libidos, and a hidden waterfall within the forest. This map of the Island will show you how to get to each." She said handing it to Eve as well as a note from the owner of the resort, the man her master had bet with and lost her to.

Then the Brazillian woman in the leather catsuit from the plane ride to the island came out from the dining hall with a tall muscular resort 'host' dressed like Tarzan head down and staying a respectful distance behind her left the banquet hall and approached Calypso, "I'd like to book the dungeon for tonight."

Calypso shook her head, "I'm afraid that's one of our most popular rooms, It's currently being used by another pair of guests for the night."

"When will it be available for me?"

"Mistress, may I speak" The man in the Tarzan costume spoke up. When she gave him permission to he continued, "You can book the Sultan's harem room tonight. There's plenty of silk scarves and rope in there."

Calypso looked over to the Brazillian, "Will that be aceptable to your fantasy?"

She nodded, "Yes I believe it will do." To her 'host' in the Tarzan suit she raised her hand to cup his chin, "Thank you for that suggestion, slave, for that you've earned a reward later."

Calypso gestured towards the lobby's elevator, "I'll lead you to your selection." She cast her glance over to John and Eve as the Brazillian and Tarzan stepped into the elevator. "Enjoy your evening Mr. Jones, Eve." She told them as the elevator doors closed shut.

Alone once more John looked over to Eve still in the doorway to the hotel, "So do you want to go to one of those places on the map or do you just want to stroll down the beach, Eve?"

 

[yeishia]

Eve walked hand in hand with her handsome companion, into the starlit night. She could smell the combination of salt air and the exotic Island flowers, the silence was enhanced by the nocturnal sounds on one side juxtaposed with the waves caressing the shore on the other. Just perfect she thought, it was as if she was caught in the middle of paradise, and she forgot for the moment why she was really there, with all that it implied!
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The mood was broken when the concierge came running toward them inquiring in a not so subtle manner about their plans for the evening. Continuing on she recounted all of the romantic spots that could be found around the small Island. Eve listened with interest until Calypso pressed a map into her hand concealing a note form the it's owner, she glanced down pretending to look at the map but reading the note instead... and the blood froze in her veins!

Eve tick tock, tick tock!
Your salary and his tip just won’t add up.
Up the anti or you will be staying longer!
Not as a hostess.
I have graciously decided to allow you to service my needs instead! ..........Stephan!

Eve missed the rest of the conversation including the interplay between the Brazilian woman and her chosen host, she was remembering her first encounter with the owner of the Island.

She had been called into his mirrored chrome and leather office. The chairs, the sofa, the coffee table, even the walls were covered in supple acres of dark leather that matched one another to perfection. He didn’t give a last name, “Call me Stephan!.” He was simply huge towering over her by well over a foot. Broad shouldered he was built like a line backer, but it was his eyes that got her attention blue chips of dangerous, emotionless ice; incongruous in his swarthy face! His crisp business suit did nothing to disguise the aura of the predator that it barely covered: he oozed danger from every pore!

He circled her holding what could have been a letter opener idly cleaning his finger nails as he talked! “You are my property until your Masters debt is paid.Strip I need to assess your worth.” It wasn’t a request!

Eve stepped out of her flowery sun dress and slipped off her white summer sandals. The reflection of her near-naked flesh glowed in sharp contrast to the office decor behind her. She had closed her eyes just as his lips brushed against her ear. "Put your hands behind your neck." Her eyes snapped open! The icy edge of the blade slid against her spine beneath the strap of her bra. Her panties never stood a chance. She shuddered as Stephan approached her with something that looked like a black dueling sword in his now-gloved hand. "Spread your legs." She hesitated and he kicked them open. The blade, apparently made of leather, accelerated and collided with the tender flesh of her inner thighs. “Don’t ever make me tell you again." For the first time since entering his office, Eve saw Stephan smile as he reached forward and squeezed one of her nipples to the point where the tips of his thumb and forefinger connected between the dense tissues. Another rendezvous with the thin lash accented Stephan's displeasure with Eve’s knees when they buckled during the inspection of her rectum. The sadistic pinching, poking and prodding continued as he assessed every limb, muscle and orifice from her ears to her toes.

"A credit to your Master," he finally announced.

He cupped her trembling chin in his leather-covered hand. "I remind you that I chose neither the circumstances nor the decisions that led you to this situation.” Neither did I she had silently replied. "This is a business transaction, a dept had been accrued and you must pay it one way or another"

As Eve looked back into his fathomless eyes she shuddered. Once the scope and scale of her situation had been made clear, Eve knew sex with Stephan was a matter of when, not if, and she dreaded the very thought!

Eve had therefore been surprised when handing her clothing she has been summarily dismissed and shown to her quarters as if she was just another paid employee.

She should have trusted her instincts and ran!

"Enjoy your evening Mr. Jones, Eve." Calypso strident voice jolted her back to the here and now, as with a knowing look in Eve’s direction she want back inside.

"So do you want to go to one of those places on the map or do you just want to stroll down the beach, Eve?" her companion asked her.

Eve released the breath she had been holding and closing her map the offensive paper hidden with in it, she stammered, “Hmmm.. well…er… John.” Get a grip she told herself, focus!

“It is your fantasy, whatever fulfills it will be my pleasure; a walk, the waterfalls, a fantasy room?” she smiled into his eyes trying to still her shaking as she looped her arm through his and drew him closer.

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

"So do you want to go to one of those places on the map or do you just want to stroll down the beach, Eve?"

“Hmmm.. well…er… John.” She vascilated, and John began to wonder if she was having second thoughts. Did she really want to be with him. Did any woman? the last woman that did had been Deb at the beginning of their marriage, but not any more. In the final years she had grown cold and disinterested in their lovelife. The only women he had since were women he paid to be with him for the last couple of years. And that was spoilt by the knowledge that the only reason they wanted to be with him at all was the money. Was he that undesirable?

It was ironic that he had spent so much money to get to an island full of prostitutes only to discover he didn't want a prostitute-or rather not the typical type. Eve was different or so he thought when he had chosen her, but now, maybe a woman to genuinely want him was too much to ask for.

She continued as he thought on, “It is your fantasy, whatever fulfills it will be my pleasure; a walk, the waterfalls, a fantasy room?”

"My pleasure," He said gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, "Will be seeing you take pleasure in this as well. Remember I don't want an act."

He led them out the doorway towards the beach that was just outside, "How about a stroll in the surf, Eve?" The Moon was half-full and the stars twinkled in the night sky. A cloud crossed the big dipper lazily reaching out for the moon. A cool breaze brought in the clean, crisp smell of the ocean, and the rushing sound of the tide as it prossed up the beach and receded back only to surge back up the sand it retreated from a moment before.

"Beautiful night," He said as he began to remove his shoes. Barefoot now he stepped forward as the tide rushed in over his feet and up to his ankle. "It's cold, but it'll be worth it." He reached out a hand for her saying, "C'mon, I haven't walked on a beach with a beautiful woman since I was a teenager."

He took her hand and pulled her close so his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pressed her against his side. He felt a little trepidation doing so afraid she'd object to the forwardness-which was absurd wasn't it-considering if all went well what they'd be doing together later.

Together they began to walk. the seawater rushing in over their bare feet. John enjoyed having Eve so close. The feel of her pressed up against his side. He could feel the beating of her heart-or maybe that was his own. He could smell the shampoo she had used earlier in her hair-sweet Lilacs. They continued on for several more minutes slowly walking down the beach passing a row of empty beach chairs, umbrella tables, and a sand castle someone had built up and left on the beach. To one side of it were writing in the sand: "J.K.+E.+M.A.: Fucked Here Twice but will love here always !"

"I wonder if they also made the sand castle or just decided to make love with it there as a coincidence," He commented idly to her.

The tide had just reached the writing and it was slowly but surely eroding it away into utter illegibility. It made John feel sad thinking about his failed marriage. Was that how love was? Was it something so powerful that it felt like it could last forever, but really something that the tide could wash away so casually over time.

They began to head back towards their shoes and John lowered his head to speak softly into her ear, "We have all week to playact, Eve, but tonight I want to make love to the real you. No roleplaying, no acting, no pretending, no money, just you...that is if you'll allow me to." He began to blush like he was a shy teenager again asking out the most popular girl in school.




OOC: As I was writing this post I decided to save the discovery of the note for later, but thanks for the inspiration, anyway, Yeishia.

 

[yeishia]

"My pleasure," He said gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, "Will be seeing you take pleasure in this as well. Remember I don't want an act."

His words sent a thrill through her and pulled her firmly back into the present. This man with the candid eyes deserved that, she thought. In that instant she knew that she would give him her all. She had no plans to return to her former life but would live in the moment giving herself freely to this man because she wanted to; she would worry about Stephan when her 7 days were up!

His hand grazed her flesh as he brush a stray hair from her face, leaving a searing imprint behind and to her surprise she felt her nipples harden in response. She willingly took his offered hand as he guided her towards the beach.

Eve watched him remove his shoes and bent to do likewise before following him to the edge of the water. "C'mon, I haven't walked on a beach with a beautiful woman since I was a teenager." His enthusiasm was infectious as he took her hand again and drew him to her. She smiled up at him as she blended into his side as they walked along the waters edge the cold water biting at their ankles.

The evening was perfect surely a portent of what was to come? and yes he was right it was a beautiful evening, the moon was full the stars exuding promise as they looked down on the potential lovers strolling along the beech. Eve could feel herself gradually relaxing within the circle of his arms. “I love the sounds of the water, this is perfect thank you so much,” she told him with sincerity.

They walked until they reached a forgotten sand castle "I wonder if they also made the sand castle or just decided to make love with it there as a coincidence," His words needing no reply, Eve left his side to read the inscription Fucked Here Twice but will love here always! Hardly eloquent, but someone had thought that their love would last forever. This was something Eve had never experienced and in all probability never would!

She too watched as the tide eroded the words and dragged them to join other forgotten dreams into its murky depths. Without thinking she followed them a little way into the surf tears glistening like tiny diamonds on her eyelashes Shh she told herself you have this moment, this man. She raised her arms as if in worship to the moon as she slowly twirled around her hair slightly moving in the breeze. The water was lapping at her ankles a small caress and the soft spray from the ocean dampening her gown, causing it to become translucent, the moon outlining her supple form. She looked like a Goddess arising from the sea and as she turned to John she smiled her gentle smile.

The moment was frozen in time as their gazes locked, before she was once again in his arms and they were walking to retrieve their shoes "We have all week to playact, Eve, but tonight I want to make love to the real you. No roleplaying, no acting, no pretending, no money, just you...that is if you'll allow me to."

His words were a whisper in her ear and she stopped and turned fully in his arms, the abruptness of her action causing their bodies to be molded flesh to flesh, as one. She lifted her eyes to his and studied his blushing face.

He was so handsome and seemed so unsure. Her words were slow and steady as she gazed into his eyes, “I am yours tonight because I wish it to be so, I come to your bed of my own free will, what ever happens beyond tonight you must believe this......As for the rest of the week your command will be my wish Mr.Jones she told him provocatively. She reached up and slightly grazed his lips with a soft and sensuous kiss before she gently nipped his ear with her small teeth.

Stepping back a little, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts spoke more clearly than words of what she was feeling, as did the slight flush adorning her beautiful face. “Take me to your room please John, make me yours!” she whispered.

Eve suspected that she would never leave the island, she would never survive what Stephan had in store for her when her week was up, either mentally or physically; but for the moment she was here with this delightful man and would make the most of it! This might be the only true freedom she would ever really enjoy!

The submissive had disappeared with the words that had been eroded at the waters edge that night......

The woman stood ready and willing to try and make this man’s fragile dreams come true……….

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

"We have all week to playact, Eve, but tonight I want to make love to the real you. No roleplaying, no acting, no pretending, no money, just you...that is if you'll allow me to."

At his whispered words Eve stopped and turned pressing up against him as she gazed up into his eyes. She then said, “I am yours tonight because I wish it to be so, I come to your bed of my own free will, what ever happens beyond tonight you must believe this......As for the rest of the week your command will be my wish Mr.Jones."

They kissed a sensual but fleeting kiss. He nuzzled the side of her neck inhaling the scent of her glorious hair, tousled hair, "So beautiful," he murmured as one arm wrapped around her waist pressing her even more tightly against him and the other trailed a slow, languid, feather soft caress up her spine from the lower back over the fabric of her dress and then the bares skin, between her shoulder blades, and into the silken mass of her hair.

He jumped a little as he felt her teeth close in on his earlobe and laughed huskily at the playful intent in the act.

She stepped back-no easy task considering he didn't want to let her go from their embrace.

“Take me to your room please John, make me yours!” She said in a low whisper, but one that resounded in his ears like she had shouted them with a bullhorn.

"Your wish is my command," He said wryly before lifting her up in his arms and heading for the path to his cabin.

He left his shoes behind in the sand, but who the fuck cared about shoes right now.

Barefoot he carried her in his arms like he had carried his wife-make that ex-wife-through the threshold to the hotel room on their honeymoon. He held her tight to him as they made their way down the path. They passed some of the other guests and hostesses. One, Mr. Earnhardt from the plane ride earlier was dressed as a caveman carrying his hostess-Caroline-in a business suit over his shoulder apparently to his own cabin. Caroline gave them a nod in greeting as they passed eachother.

Finally they reached the cabin. The door swung open and he carried her to the cabin's large comfortable bed. He laid her down on it kissing her intently.

"Eve, I've played the game, paid prostitutes for sex, but I haven't made love to a woman since my wife-my ex-wife-I mean my marriage went cold long before we divorced." He looked into her eyes, "I want to capture that again. To feel like we're making love tonight not just getting off with one another."

 

[yeishia]

He lifted her as if she weighed nothing as he carried her to his cabin. Eve had eyes for no one but him as she relaxed in his arms. He carried her over the threshold and laid her on the bed as if she was some precious commodity and for a small moment in time she felt that yes indeed she was. His words sincere though they were brought her reality sharply into perspective….

"Eve, I've played the game, paid prostitutes for sex, but I haven't made love to a woman since my wife-my ex-wife-I mean my marriage went cold long before we divorced." He looked into her eyes, "I want to capture that again. To feel like we're making love tonight not just getting off with one another."

She took a calming breath as she looked into his eyes, and felt his pain barely masked, “Then forget the past John, live in the moment…this moment, be with me and Only me, allow me to love you and make your fantasy reality this night,”

As she uttered the words meant to reassure him, Eve realized that she wanted the very same things; someone to love her, to love Eve the woman this night. Eve wanted someone to look beyond her physical trappings; her body, the color of her hair, someone to climb inside her soul and to love her for who she really was inside…..

She reached her hand to trail it across his cheek as she allowed her own need to become clearly evident in her eyes.

“I want what you want. I need what you need this night John…please!”

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

"Eve, I've played the game, paid prostitutes for sex, but I haven't made love to a woman since my wife-my ex-wife-I mean my marriage went cold long before we divorced." He looked into her eyes, "I want to capture that again. To feel like we're making love tonight not just getting off with one another."

“Then forget the past John, live in the moment…this moment, be with me and Only me," She said calmly, "allow me to love you and make your fantasy reality this night.”

He nodded not certain he could speak any further. He bent his head and laid a feather soft kiss on her lips that gradually increased in pressure and in intensity. He laid down beside her only breaking their kiss when he was in danger of running out of air, and then only long enough to get a breath before planting more trailing down from her bottom lip over her chin along her neck. His free hand trailed up her side gently over her dress from its edge on her thight up over the gentle curve of her hip and up around the rise of her breasts. His fingertips grazing his fingertip along the edge of the strap of her dress.

Eve reached up and ran her hand over his cheek and said with need clear in her tone, “I want what you want. I need what you need this night John…please!”

"I feel the same way," John said giving her another kiss that lasted until they needed more air again, "but slowly tonight, I want to do this right."

Another long soulful kiss and his finger slipped under the strap at her shoulder and trailed back down over the skin of her chest up the rise of her breast until he nearly reached its zenith, but then he reversed course back up keeping his fingertip between her skin and the dress' strap slowly guiding it over her shoulder peeling the dress from the top swell of her breast. "So beautiful," He murmured as he bent his head and placed another gentle kiss there, "Do you know just how beautful you are to me right now, Eve?"

 

[yeishia]

“Then forget the past John, live in the moment…this moment, be with me and Only me," She said calmly, "allow me to love you and make your fantasy reality this night.”

As she spoke Eve watched his reaction carefully, the play of pain across his features quickly gone as he nodded and bent down to give her the lightest of kisses before joining her on the bed never removing his lips from hers even for the briefest second. Eve’s eyes fluttered closed and as the kiss deepened so did her response. She felt like a beloved princess and that he was her prince! His kiss spoke of love and his commitment for this moment in time. Eve was floating on a cloud as his lips left hers to brand her lower lip before moving to her sensitive neck.

She felt his hand trail lightly trail upwards from her knee, shifting the soft fabric of her dress across her flesh slightly as it passed across it. Such a gentle and chaste caress that left a midriff of tiny goose bumps in its wake, as it awakened her nerve endings to all of the possibilities this night might bring….

This man was making her feel sensations that she had never felt, his light arousal making her feel cherished; causing a slow burning in the pit of her stomach. His finger tips touching the strap of her dress felt as if her were igniting her flesh with tiny pinprick flames.Eve reached up and ran her hand over his cheek and said with need clear in her tone, “I want what you want. I need what you need this night John…please!”

"I feel the same way," he replied kissing her again.

Eve was enjoying every moment of his slow seduction her hands trailing through his hair as her kissed her, but mostly she was absorbing his every touch allowing him to set the pace.

The gentle play of his fingers around and across her breast were causing flip flops deep within her belly She could feel her nipples hardening and swelling as her passion slowly grew beneath his gentle hands. Finally he peeled the dress from the top swell of her breasts causing the air and his gaze to wash across the exposed delicate rosy skin. Was he liking that which he had revealed? "So beautiful.." was his answer as he placed a gentle kiss to the fevered flesh he had just revealed, causing a spasm of pure pleasure beneath his touch that arced down to the very core of her. Eve moaned gently as she pressed into his lips.

Eve felt like some exotic fruit that he was un-peeling layer by layer and she felt like she was in heaven, she could feel her arousal building, her heart rate picking up and the rise and fall of her rounded breasts attesting to her inner state.

"Do you know just how beautiful you are to me right now, Eve?"

Eve had never thought of herself as beautiful, she opened up her passion drugged eyes and smiled into his. Eve could feel herself blushing under his candid gaze.

“You are making me feel so beautiful John, so special, this is new for me” As she said the words she gently undid the top three buttons of his shirt, running her fingertips across the flesh she had revealed……

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

“You are making me feel so beautiful John, so special, this is new for me,” She said her hands deftly unbottoning the buttons of his polo shirt and sneaking a hand inside to rub her fingers against his chest. He felt a shiver go down his spine as she did.

"Well, Eve, it's the truth." He said trailing another string of kisses back up to her lips. His hand traveling from the strap of her dress and over her shoulder and down to her abondoned breast. His fingers tracing the gentle curve to its peak just under the folded edge of her dress before pulling it further down exposing the rest of it.

Then he began to seduce Eve's nipple with fingers fingers cicling the edge of her nipple before spiraling inward to the tip. There he applied his thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple gently. Then bending his back down to it he repeated the motions this time with his tongue and lips.

 

[yeishia]

Eve’s tiny frame shivered at his delicate touch his feather light kisses sending her into a delirium of exquisite sensations. She felt him reverently reveal her breast as the cool night air trialed across it’s surface raising goose bumps and causing her nipple to tingle in response. She pressed into his hand the gentle rolling of her nipple sending tiny spirals of raw sensation to cascade in torrents to the core of her femininity.

Eve could feel the blush form her cheeks spreading as it traveled down her slender neck and across her exposed breasts, felt her heart beat increasing as her scenes clouded . When his tongue and lips replaced his fingers she closed her eyes and a low moan of desire escaped her lips, “ John ..feels …wonderful …hmmmmm”

Eve felt like a young virgin in the hands of someone who loved her and would take her to fulfillment, careful of every precious moment. She had experienced nothing like this in her short lifetime.

In that moment Eve knew that she would never return to her former life should she ever leave the Island. Her former Master had never loved her, never exposed her to this, to him she had been merely a possession a thing of beauty to be coveted.

This moment in time was hers to cherish forever no matter what the future had in store for her. Eve placed a slender hand atop of his mentally tracing his actions committing them to memory as she enjoyed his kisses; her tongue daring to gently entwine with his wanting this single moment to go on forever……..

“John love me please...let me love you!” she begged him her voice a husky invitation………

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

John's tongue laved her nipple as his lips applied pressure to the flesh of her breast around her aureola. His teeth lightly, gently, grazed across the crest of the nipples flesh just to titilate her even higher.

He fought to keep from smiling in satisfaction as Eve maoned deep and low and stammered between moans, “ John ..feels …wonderful …hmmmmm”

Abruptly he pulled down the other strap of her breast and gave the right breast now exposed to the air the same treatment as he gave the other. Moving to it quickly like a hawk swooping down upon its prey.

She was getting to him. He had wanted to take it slow, gentle, and tender this first time with Eve, but his control was fraying. Rising passion within him for her was making impatient and excellerating the pace. He wanted more, he wanted it all, now.

They kissed tongues entwining. “John love me please...let me love you!” She pleaded in a voice husky with both desire and invitation.

"I'm burning for you, Eve. I feel like I could consume you like a flame consume matches." He kissed her again with all the ardor meeting her had summoned within him showing the truth to his statement.

He moved onto his back taking her with him so he lay atop the bed and eve atop him. "Now set the pace, slow and thoughtful or fast and maddened. It's your choice, Eve."

 

[yeishia]

"I'm burning for you, Eve. I feel like I could consume you like a flame consume matches." Eve wanted that she wanted it very much, one small breath or puff of wind and she would ignite beneath him incinerating them both. He cut off their air supply with another of his soul stealing kisses as he pulled her on top of him and for the moment they were safe from harm.

"Now set the pace, slow and thoughtful or fast and maddened. It's your choice, Eve."

Eve looked down on him measuring his words torn between her desire and his more obvious one, wishing he had continued setting the pace, that he had waited for tomorrow to start the clock. Sighing softly she pushed herself reluctantly from the male hardness of him and stood beside the bed. Slowly she removed the spaghetti straps, fully unzipped her dress and let it fall softly to pool at her feet; a deft pull at 2 dainty bows and her wispy panties rushed to join it.

Eve licked her lips nervously as she ran her hands delicately down her own flanks as if smoothing out some imaginary wrinkles before cupping her small breasts as if offering them to him; a small whimper and she was on top of him again straddling his hips subtly grinding into him as she eased his polo shirt over his head not fully removing it, holding and trapping his arms above his head.

She splayed her free hand across his chest memorizing every plain as her tongue followed its exploratory path before taking a nipple into her hungry mouth sucking hard, with a little nip she turned her attention to his other and treated it to the same. The feel of his skin under her soft hand was perfection and the taste of his puckered flesh between her tiny teeth pure excitement to her senses.

She released his shirt and leaned back her fingers unloosening his belt, easing his zipper down. Eve stopped her sultry gaze locked with his.

"No it is your choice, your night John, you decide………"

Her husky voice was filled with promise; her finger nails lightly tracing from tip to base that which she had revealed. She gazed down at the throbbing bulge as she bent over and used only her teeth to peel his underwear downwards allowing his swollen manhood to spring free.

She had awoken a slumbering beast, and it looked very very hungry!

Eve blew gently into the eye of the demon providing the small breath of air necessary to ignite the flame and propel the creature into the swiftest motion!

"Decide!"

She groaned out returning her luminous eyes to his…………

Her eyes the very mirror of her soul, Eve wanted him of that there was no doubt at all!

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

"Now set the pace, slow and thoughtful or fast and maddened. It's your choice, Eve."

At that Eve looked down on him for a moment and John could tell she was torn between the desire to draw it out further and the desire to rush straight in burning and consuming them both with their shared passions. She got up from the bed and slowly seductively (yet not in the vulgar blatant way Strippers use) removed her dress until she was bare naked for his eyes.

"Beautiful," He said as she ran her hands over her and held up her breasts for his tantalization.

She then climbed back onto the bed to straddle him once more. Softly grinding down on his erection that jumped and became harder and harder underneath her tender ministrations.

Eve then began pulling his polo shirt up freeing the skin of his chest to her gaze. Yet she stopped just as it was raised past his head trapping his arms.

"Just what are you...Uhmm!" He didn't finish his question as she bent down running her hand down his chest her tongue following its wake. She took one of his nipples into her mouth and making him jump as she suckled on it hard. Then repeated the action with his other nipple.

She then leaned back up and deftly opened his belt. She looked at him their gazes meeting as she said, "No it is your choice, your night John, you decide………" To punctuate her statement she traced the bulge she hd revealed with her nails before bending back down to pull his boxers down under his erection. She admired it for a moment before blowing a stream of air across the eye sending tingles down throughout him. "Decide!"

"Alright Eve," John said pulling her up for another kiss. As they continued to kiss he ran his hands over her up from her thighs and trailing up her back and back down to the curve of her bare ass. Some pressure had her move so she was positioned so the opening of her womanhood met the very tip of his manhood. "Together."

He waited for her to move down before he would push up and they would be one as he continued to plant kisses on her lips and ensnarl her tongue with his.

 

[yeishia]

Eve waited for his response which came swiftly as he took her in another fiery kiss and she felt the strength of his hands as they traveled her bottom seconds before he repositioned her.

“Together,”

Eve slid down on the length of him as he rose up to meet her. It was a synchronicity born of shared desire, and as she felt him slip within her tight warm confines she increased her downward pressure until he was totally buried deep within her. As their shared kiss ended she sat up once more simply looking at him while subtly grinding her hips in a circular motion around his steely manhood.

Eve allowed him to take the lead enjoying his slow rhythmic push in and out; it allowed her to feel every blessed inch of him. She could hear the surf washing on the beach, a backdrop for her own steadily rising passions. The peaceful sound lulled her ears as he stoked a slow fire deep inside her belly.

"John this feels so good, you feel so good," she moaned out tightening even harder around his girth as she helped him increase the pace. Slow was no longer enough Eve wanted more she wanted those fires to scorch and burn until she screamed and screamed...........

"Harder John, fuck me, help me cum for you!"

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

“Together.”

His hips rose up to penetrate her as she brought herself down to penetrate her pussy with his cock. John held her tight to him as he enjoyed the tight, hot, and wet grip she had on him before slowly, tenderly pulling out of her. Then as only the head remained within her he gently pushed back in raining kissed upon her shoulder neck and lips. This continued in and out slow. Soft kisses fluttering on her skin like butterflies as she swayed above him.

"John this feels so good, you feel so good," She said with her walls clenching around him in a lovely vise.

"Gah," He exclaimed at that, "You keep that up and I'll be done for before you really get started, Eve."

"Harder John, fuck me, help me cum for you!"

He chuckled at that, "Who am I to ignore a beautiful woman in need." His hands slid up her thighs to hold her hips. They helped guide her up and down as his tool drove into her faster and faster as the pace of their fucking grew more frantic. a fine sheen of sweat was breaking out on his skin. The bed beneath them began to shake. The headboard slamming into the wall of the bungalow in that age-old rhythm of a man in woman locked in the throes of passion.

"I want to feel you cum areound me, Eve." One hand slid up to cup her swaying breast. He sueezed it pressing a fingertip and rolling her nipple as she was rocked by his cock pounding into her. He could feel his orgasm preparing like the drawing back of a hammer of a pistol. "Christ, you're too much for me tonight. If you're going to cum do it for me now." His cock erupted white semen shooting within her.

 

[yeishia]

With his words he proceeded to increase the speed of his thrusting until they joined at the hips became a frantic blur of animal passion. Eve all coherent thought gone could only feel, as each violent thrust brought her closer to heaven!

She was exactly where she wanted to be and in this moment she was becoming a wanton devil of pure need. "I want to feel you cum around me, Eve." She needed no further urging as she tightened around him meeting him thrust for thrust and slamming her muscles in sequence along the length of his throbbing cock. She knew he was ready and leaned forward slightly so that his every moment pulled across her clit firing up her own passion. The extra friction, his insistent pounding, the smell of their shared arousal was shooting her toward the abyss at break neck speed. As she felt him shoot his load inside her she released, jumped off the cliff and joined him in their shared free fall. Her whole body was wracked with shudders her cunt convulsing around his cock as her fluids joined his and she almost lost her mind.

It seemed to take an eternity before she could think again and as she lay gently on top of him still joined, she listened to their pounding hearts and struggled to speak!

Nipping gently at his ear lobe her small tongue doing wicked things to his senses she purred. “John that was sublime and I would love to stay this way forever; but this is your vacation and I am wondering what you have in mind for tomorrow… what fantasy can I make a reality for you?”

Eve knew the clock was ticking and as much as she was attracted to him she had a job to do, one that well might save her life if she did it well enough!

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

She came, he came, they came together, explosively, satisfyingly in a moment of passion and pleasure so perfect it seemed to last forever but ended all too soon. They were breathing hard. Eve just lay atop him a dead weight their heartbeats slowing down to something close to normal. Together their breaths began to regain themselves.

His arms when he felt strong enough to move them wrapped around her just to hold her. gradually she moved her head to nestle against his neck. he felt her tongue play with his earlobe followed by a playful nibble of her teeth. “John that was sublime and I would love to stay this way forever; but this is your vacation and I am wondering what you have in mind for tomorrow… what fantasy can I make a reality for you?”

He pursed his lips together, "How about that Sultan's harem room, Eve? you can be the sultan's favorite harem-girl and of course I'd play the sultan."

 

[yeishia]

"How about that Sultan's harem room, Eve? you can be the sultan's favorite harem-girl and of course I'd play the sultan."

Eve smiled as she heard what his first fantasy would entail!

"Yes Master, this girl would love to be your favorite harem –girl."

With that she giggled before reaching over to use the house phone. After a brief conversation she turned back to him, “All booked for tomorrow, now is there anything else that you might like before I leave, a back rub perhaps? I will need time to prepare for our fantasy at some point……." her voice trailed off as she fixed her huge eyes on him, they were a curious mixture of the minx and the innocent as she awaited his reply…….

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Jones

"How about that Sultan's harem room, Eve? you can be the sultan's favorite harem-girl and of course I'd play the sultan."

"Yes Master, this girl would love to be your favorite harem –girl." She said instantly slipping into character.

He laughed, "Shouldn't that be 'Yes, oh great Sultan'." He kissed her affectionately on the lips. He then rose up from the bed and told her, "I'm going to take a shower. Could you heat up the food. We can eat our supper in bed."

He then walked into the well-furnished bathroom and turned on the shower.